She stared at the doors, willing them to open so she'd have something to do other than stand there embarrassed. God, this was so awkward now. She had to go and mess it up. Or rather, he had to go and make some comment about leaving each other alone. Why was everything always so black and white with him? She didn't get it. She probably never would.
"Sometimes. I do a lot of sewing, actually. But I don't really want to do costumes." She shrugged. "I draw out my patterns beforehand, though. So I figure it can't be much different than painting." Really, she just wanted to do something with the play. She loved plays. She just didn't want to act in this one. And especially not now.
The doors opened. Quickly, Rielle stepped over the threshold and onto the station's cement ground. For one brief second, she felt relief. She was no longer trapped on that car of awkwardness. But then she heard Aaron step off behind her and her relief went away. She turned and smiled. "Is this the first play you've acted in?"